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letra de hot boyz - nef the pharaoh, 03 greedo, wallie the sensei & shootergang kony

[verse 1: nef the pharaoh]
[?] jumping on this maybach, benz was a dub, [?] spent that on my kids
n-ggas capping in they lines, start [?]
i was balling like i [?] shake my head, i’m really him
when was the last time you bought something? like really bought something?
i put some money on your head, and they gon’ chalk something
he think he a wolf, he a pup, now we dog hunting
neffy gotta blast, to the bag, that’s when you see me running
[?] red eyes, he’s not obie wan kan0bie
b-tch said she a freak, we hit the room, i made her show me
do crimes by myself, i’m like zack with no cody
neff with no dough, that’s like ac with no codeine

[chorus: 03 greedo]
i kept it so mafia, [?]
i did way more stepping than them n-ggas in [?]
drum is at your motherf-cking door, like this was amazon
told her give me motherf-cking throat inside [?]

[verse 2: 03 greedo]
[?] sh-t up at my granny house
my grandpa left his tool kit, so i’m ’bout to pull that hammer out
i’ma keep that chopper, [?] b-tch, this is camalot
n-ggas tryna tell me they want smoke, pull them [?] out
everytime [?] hit the floor, they bring them cameras out
i don’t need no team, ’cause i got plenty n-ggas [?]
sware i ain’t the biggest where i’m from, ok, we capping now
[?] in the middle of [?] fashion now
[verse 3: wallie the sensei]
ok wallie in this b-tch, move n-gga, be eater
broke n-ggas don’t deserve to have a b-tch, can’t feed her
i represent the [?] pour it in a two lieder
i still hit a dirt b-tch, they the best meat cleaners
i should’ve never stopped trapping, i was running out of love
i just [?] sh-t from [?] and picked it up
couple n-ggas still alive, but dead to me, i switched it up
’cause one thing i’ll never ever give is two f-cks
don’t get shot in your back like ricky
ten freaky b-tches when i pull up in your city
i’m that n-gga, i’m that n-gga, b-tch, i need a [?]
pull up to your shindig, letting off that doo hicky

[verse 4: shootergang kony]
brought a fifty just to throw it in the streets, like i was homeless
my younging ain’t no [?] so i trust him with my [?]
i throw up fours and sent some n-ggas high when i was sober
these n-ggas got no motion, just out here getting older
can’t post up, reason n-ggas on hush
next time you see that n-gga [?] on a whole [?]
my neck like the gold rush, only thing i’m ducking is the [?]
i’m chosen, so if i crash out, just know i [?]
[?] see them n-ggas, hope you won’t believe them n-ggas
i know it’s n-ggas want my skelly, so i keep it with me
been have to k!ll my friends too, i’m tryna meet with melly
[?] tweeking, was banging when he met me
[chorus: 03 greedo]
i kept it so mafia, [?]
i did way more stepping than them n-ggas in [?]
drum is at your motherf-cking door, like this was amazon
told her give me motherf-cking throat inside [?]

- nef the pharaoh 03 greedo wallie the sensei shootergang kony

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